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Submitted to Contest #154
"We are running out of TIME!" Jazmine's father had never been a patient man, but I never thought I'd live to see him reach the end of his rope. And I never thought I'd be wearing a bright purple bridesmaid's dress while doing it. "Is it his baby or not!?" he shouted. "It is! It is!" Jazmine was in hysterics; The wedding dress they'd had to alter five times in the last week to accommodate her rapidly growing stomach was straining to contain her in all her vastly pregnant glory. "Honey I am a gynecologist, PLEASE don't lie to me. Yo...
Submitted to Contest #83
Three Weeks After. I’ve never been a strong swimmer. This fact is made blatantly obvious as I fight the waves to keep my head above the saltwater. Gasping for breath, I crawl from the waves onto the white-hot sand and throw myself upon it. Chest heaving, I lay my head against the sand and breathe in time with the rushing tide. My wife, Ashley, I think her name is, jogs to my side. She’s right at home as she settles herself down beside me, assuring her toes are tucked into the sand before she turns to look at me, her long br...
Submitted to Contest #82
I grimace at the lovely older woman that sits across from me. This is always the most awkward part- when they offer a cup of tea. How does one politely say “No thank you, if I ingest organic matter I will perish an electric death?” Luckily my beloved companion and fellow social worker, politely interjects. “No thank you, Mrs. Walters. We really should be going. Thank you for having us.” she gracefully stands up from the high back chair next to me, and I do the same, my legs stiff from sitting. As we leave the sweet apartmen...
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